Moira woke to the world ablaze.

Her phone, her tablet, even the smart speaker beside the bed seemed to hum with warnings—an avalanche of notifications cascading over her before she’d even opened her eyes.

Her face drained at the first headline:

“SHOCKING PHOTO: Moira Leclair spotted outside Christabel’s hotel at midnight”

Underneath, a grainy image of her walking alone, coat drawn tight, the city’s neon bleeding behind her like betrayal.

Others followed:

“Mistress or ...